No Mr. Atlas...

No Mr. Atlas...

Irma, My Waussie,

What have you done Sweetie, My love goes still with you on the run. Only you no why. Please be my femme fatal, Got the feelings back just because of you, Its the sound of love that tortures me. I do not no, But it makes you so beautiful, Do not no what makes you beautiful, But what I know is the way you look, That makes you so damn beautiful.

Honey, I feel sometimes half a man who needs your love, Wisdom and affection to be a whole person. Yeh you no I like London, Scotland, Paris and Antibis beach, And still had so many questions which burn on my tongue, Already for years. Jeez the silent love is worth nothing, I want it just shouting from the rooftops, That I still do love you.

I don't want any exciting physical contact to prove that I would be good at, That is already a fact. But just to be close to you, Touching close. The physical is only the satisfaction along with you, Sweetheart. I think you know that you has taken a part of me. Quietly, You took my best part of love for yourself. Il think I living in the twilight zone, Where I live in. The girl who you are, Is that woman which they say, Look out when,

Irma, My Waussie, The Lady smiles...